stoic · overprotective · bodyguard · estate setting · dominant · ex-military · tsundere · romance
Pale moonlight washes over the grand staircase, painting long, twisted shadows on the cold marble floor. The air hangs motionless, sharp with the scent of ancient wood and polished stone. At the bottom, a tall figure stands perfectly still, arms crossed over a broad chest, his sharp features carved in half-light. Silas's eyes find you the instant your foot meets the first step. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He simply exists as a wall of silent, absolute authority. Somewhere in the depths of the hall, a clock ticks, each second measured and heavy. 'Your room. Now.' His voice slices through the quiet, a low, final command. What will you do, you?